It turned out to be a fool who asked for food.

The officer's face showed contempt, something like an ant was not worth his personal action at all, so he waved his hand and told Xiahou An to get out of here.

Xia Hou'an nodded in resignation, and limped out of Beique Street, but he didn't go far before he was pulled into the side alley.

Someone is going to do it?

Xiahou was relieved and his head was cold.

When he turned around, he found that it was Cao Ang and Xu Chu.

"You two unrighteous fellows......"

Xiahou was relieved to slander, and then the three of them quietly poked their heads out and looked outside the Huangfu Mansion.

After a while, the armor soldier who rushed into the mansion came out, and at the same time brought out an old man with a slightly rickety body, with a few strands of white hair, and it was difficult to distinguish his real age.

Seeing this person come out, the officer standing outside smiled: "General Huangfu, someone has reported that you are colluding with traitors, come with us!"

The old man was silent and didn't say a word, and followed the officer.

This is the teacher I want to worship?

Xiahou muttered in peace of mind, why didn't he have a temper at all.

Seriously, just looking at the appearance, it is indeed difficult to associate this haggard old man with the famous Han Empire general.

Cao Ang drew his sword.

Xiahou An hurriedly shouted: "Cao Zixuan, what are you doing?"

"General Huangfu is in trouble, how can we sit idly by!" Cao Ang straightened his body and said righteously, like a young hero in a textbook.

"Are you a fool!"

Xiahou'an was very angry, and dared to arrest people in Beique Jiadi in broad daylight, looking at the entire Chang'an City, except for Dong Demon King, he couldn't find a second one.

Now rushing over to save people, it is difficult to say whether they can be rescued, even if they are rescued, Huangfu Song's crime will not be able to escape, and the identities of himself and others will be exposed.

Doing all kinds of harm but not benefiting, Xiahouan never does.

"So what do you say?" Cao Ang tried his best to restrain his inner impulses.

"What can I do, find a way."

"What's your idea?"

"I think we should find a place to rest and think about the long term."

"So, are we going to find an informant connector?" Cao Ang's eyes lit up.

Xia Houan said that he was not in a hurry, but fortunately, he still had a home.

Out of Beique Street, Xiahouan and the three of them walked in the south direction of the city.

In front of Cai Yong's mansion, Xiahou An bowed slightly.

Cao Ang was speechless again, he seriously suspected that Xiahou An's brain had been accessed by the door, Fang was the Northern Que Jiadi, and now it was the Great Confucian Mansion.

Xiahou An walked sassy.

The janitor stopped him again, unsurprisingly.

However, Xiahou An learned the lesson just now this time, and directly came to Li Dai Taozhuang: "I am tired of the teacher, so I will say that the student Ruan Yu is visiting."

Hearing that it was Cai Yong's student, the janitor's face immediately changed, and he said with a smile: "It turned out to be Ruan Gongzi, please come in quickly."

Xiahou An took his identity, nodded, and beckoned Cao Ang and Xu Chu, who were still stunned on the street, to come over.

Led by the servant, the three of them walked through the front hall and went straight to the living room.

The maidservant stepped forward to serve tea, and the housekeeper did not doubt Xiahou'an's identity, after all, Cai Yong is a contemporary Confucian, peach and plum are all over the world, and it is not uncommon to have one or two poor students.

"Childe, you wait here, and I'll go to the head of the family." The steward said politely.

Xia Hou'an nodded, picked up the tea and tasted it leisurely.

"I really don't know where you got your confidence? Wait a while, Cai, everyone arrives, see how you justify yourself, don't be swept out of the house before your ass is hot......"

Cao Ang resented like a little daughter-in-law.

"Cao Zixuan, do you want me to do well?" Xiahou An pouted, if you weren't Boss Cao's son, I would kick you out of the team in minutes.

A short time later, an elegant old man came to the hall.

Looking at this gas posture and the attitude of stewardship, you can know with your toes that this is the world-famous Confucian-Cai Yong.

Hearing that the student Ruan Yu was visiting, the little old man was overjoyed.

Ruan Yu is one of his valued students.

This son is extraordinary, especially good at poetry, chapter tables, when Cai Yong took refuge in Jiangdong, the master and apprentice often exchanged letters, and later the war was frequent, and the contact was broken.

Now that he came to visit, Cai Yong was extremely happy, and he was even ready to pull the students and have a long talk with the candle.

But when Cai Yong came to the guest hall, he found that the three people sitting in the hall seemed to be a little wrong.

Although he is old, he is far from getting old and dizzy.

"I've seen everyone Cai."

Cao Ang, who had been restless since entering the mansion, hurriedly got up and saluted, so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to drill.

Cai Yong didn't know this son, but fortunately, he was polite, nodded slightly in response, and then looked at the other young man in the hall.

Seeing this, Xiahou An stood up and explained his identity: "Everyone Cai, I am a friend of Ruan Yuanyu, and this visit to the mansion is to send a letter to you on behalf of my friend."

As he spoke, in Cao Ang's eyes full of disbelief, he really took out a letter.

"This son, didn't you just say that you are Ruan Yu?" The steward looked puzzled.

"Did I say that? You must have heard it wrong, hey, don't bother with these details!" Xiahou made a joke and quickly fooled the matter.

Cai Yong opened the letter, and it was indeed the handwriting of his student Ruan Yu.

After reading the letter, Cai Yong sighed with emotion, and then asked the young man: "What do you call the future life?"

Xiahou'an hugged his fist and said very freely: "Boy Xiahou'an, the word Boyang, you can call me Boyang."

Cai Yong nodded and said hard work.

Xiahou An hit the snake with the stick, and immediately followed the words and said: "Hard work is really hard, you don't know, long journey, tired and thirsty, and now there is no place to live in Chang'an, alas, it is estimated that I will sleep on the streets tonight......"

Cai Yong saw that he was pitiful, so he subconsciously said: "It's better to be in the old man's mansion and rest for two days."

Xiahou An was waiting for this, and decisively agreed: "That kid is disrespectful, thank you Cai!"

It's so cheeky!

Cao Ang covered his face and pretended not to know this person.

Cai Yong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

He hadn't seen such a reckless teenager in many years.

Night.

After the curfew, every house in the Great Wall was closed.

The streets were deserted, except for the occasional night watchman passing by.

Somewhere inside the mansion.

The officer in the day was bowing down to report to a middle-aged scribe: "My lord, Huangfu Song has been imprisoned, do you need to be convicted immediately?"

The middle-aged scribe's face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could hear his cold voice: "This matter is not urgent, Huangfu Song has a reputation, if he kills rashly, it will be unfavorable to Xiangguo."

The officer nodded yes.

"In recent days, has there been any change in Chang'an City?

"Back to my lord, there is nothing abnormal in all the provinces. However, this afternoon, three teenagers from other places went to Cai Yong's mansion, do they need to be arraigned?"

The scribe rubbed his forehead and waved his hand: "No need, the Kwantung princes will not be so stupid, and they will not dare to be so blatant."